Are mov’d by offerings, vows, and sacrifice;
Offending man their high commission wins,
And daily prayers atone for daily sins.
Prayers are Jove’s daughters of celestial race,
Lame are their feet, and wrinkled is their face;
With humble mien, and with dejected eyes
Constant they follow, where Injustice flies.
Who hears these daughters of almighty Jove,
For him they mediate to the throne above;
When man rejects the humble suit they make